I Know Nothing And My Heart Aches.

Please watch this.

This is the land of the mythical.

Of the Real and of the Unreal. Of the Dead and the Living. Of Flight and of Speed and of the hidden world of the Sea.

This is the land of the Legends. Where Stories are not stories but truth. Where the alleys are alive with Night Creatures. Where the mornings are adorned with faeries. Where the Ocean is breathing with it's life.

Where the Dead are not truly dead - not yet.

Welcome to Disnoream.

"I didn't plan on being a wanted fugitive."

i saw this and i had shivers so I liked it and then I saw it again and still had shivers so now it deserves a reblog this is golden

we survived because we were the “smartest” species you say, we survived because jellyfish don’t know how to construct a Fighter Jet. We survived because our environment is ours to manipulate with walls and floors and lightbulbs to capture the sun and tunnel into night.

we survived by being faster in our cars and stronger with our tools, and better than we were before. We survived with language to build on the past with and weapons to fight the future. We survived because of our hands and our heads and the fact we make the universe itself knowable.

But then again, a mother will gain the strength of ten men to lift a full car off her baby. A man will spend eight hours nursing a puppy back to health and that dog will follow his every step from the doorstop to the grave. A best friend will dropkick an alligator in the water for the sake of him.

And I’ll tell you, maybe it was all of it. And maybe it was because we loved each other better than we hated, we loved each other in the dark before the lightbulb and loved each other more in the wilds before our walls, and we loved each other so thoroughly we made pyramids and libraries and monuments, and wrote not for the sake of money and food and living, but for the sake of wrapping each others hearts in velvet soft to escape the sandpaper winds of this world.

And that too is survival. That too is a reason. Not for our brains or our hands or our grit, but for our willingness to wrap each others wounds in bandages and set the broken bones of grandparents and sit outside windows and sing lullabies and love songs and cry over butterflies and sunsets and care too deeply. Care too strongly. Care too much.

That too is survival.

Norway Has Made Biphobic, Transphobic Speech Illegal

Buy us a one-way ticket.

Norway has taken a great stride forward for the LGBTQ+ community by making hate speech against trans and bisexual people illegal! 🇳🇴🏳️‍🌈

I want kids but giving birth is a no for me! It terrifies me not only as a woman but a black woman.

Why does being black make it scarier for you?

tumblr comedy I haven’t seen in a while and I kind of miss: when someone says like ‘smoothies are great’ and then someone else says ‘juices are great too!’ and the first person says ‘make your own post’ and then the second person says ‘okay’ and then you scroll down and theres a second post.

Just a constant stream of what am i doing? what was i doing? i was doing something. where’s my thought train? am i faster than a train? how fast does a train go? where am i going? i was doing something. what am i doing?

Do any other neurodivergent ppl, especially adhd ppl, walk around and basically chant things to remember them? This morning I was walking around my house saying "what am I doing? What am I doing what am I doing? Im making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee! I'm making coffee." and continued to chant so I didn't get distracted AAND SHIT I JUST GOT DISTRACTED BY MAKING THIS POST FUCK GODDAMN IT

as if GEESE weren’t a disaster enough, now you give us GEESE that think that they’re DRAGONS? 

GEESE that will STEAL YOUR STUFF and HOARD IT like a ferocious beast? GEESE that will HONK and SCREAM in a mimicry of a ROAR? GEESE that are EVEN MORE SELF CENTRED THAN NORMAL GEESES?

a goose that was raised by a dragon would have so much power. it could walk into my house and I’d have to move out. It could take my first born child. It could step on me and I’d have to apologize. It could chose to enslave me and the only way I could ever call out for help was to reblog a tumblr post about goose eggs being hatched by dragons. I have no power against a dragon-raised goose and neither does god.

a dragon finds a clutch of goose eggs and attempts to hatch them

“Average resident of dreamside has 1 braincell" factoid actualy just statistical error. The average resident of dreamside actually has 0 braincells. Cucumber, who has a typical amount of brain cells, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.